There are people
who don't know what it means
to be sensitive.
They make fun
of the fact that you feel
more deeply than they do.
I'm not a wimp.
I'm not a baby.
I'm not crying because someone
took my toy
and it's the second grade
all over again.
To tell someone
I don't feel anything
To pretend
That i'm okay
is to lie.
"Go run to your room
like always."
Avoiding conversation
because words boil in your mind
and you know
if you stay around
it's going to overflow.
Tell me something
more than insults.
Do more
than shove knives
down my throat.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
hair cut short
bandages around her small
strong
hands.
blisters wear the battle
she fought
she's been fighting—
watch out:
she'll show you
what it takes
to survive in a ring
with your demons.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
there's blood
between my teeth
and kisses
on my bruises—
the bruises you gave me.
you swore
you'd never touch another girl
the way you touched me.
the way your dad
bruised your mom
because "he loved her."
you saw the devil in me
and you tried to save me
beat her out
of my fragile frame—
i saw the devil in you
with each blow
our demons
our devils
swirled and danced around
the room:
like smoke
from your cigarettes.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Find yourself on streets,
without a destination;
cold wind blowing through,
a conversation about creation.
Find yourself in broken places,
filled with smoke and familiar faces.
Build yourself in thoughts of me,
how I sculpted you in what you wanted to be.
Find yourself in an empty house,
after midnight the lights go out.
Lose yourself in the songs we discover,
lose a friend, but find a lover.
Find yourself in the echo of my sighs,
in the taste of my tongue, in the breath of my cries.
Find yourself in the ecstasy of being,
find yourself, but never find a meaning.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
as I roll into these sheets,
the arms of my lover
invisibly extend
to hold my tired bones
in an embrace
that will hold
until you return.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
say goodbye
through the letters
i wrote to you
on water-logged paper.
fill them with your poetry
written for her.
let me pretend
you wrote them for me.
i'll tell you
i wish i'd kissed you
before i left.
i can't tell
if loving you
has been a delusion.
if loving you
has only been a lie to myself.
miss me.
please.
if i'm to die
before my journey is through,
just know
that i have always
always
always
loved parts of you.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Slowly, her fingers run
under the seal of a yellowed
envelop as if brushing against
his lips as he kissed it shut.
He delicately penned gentle
words, but a thousand
letters aren’t sufficient to prove his
devotion – A thousand miles not
enough to keep them apart. Once
only bound by infatuation and perpetual
poor timing, doomed to perish with
nothing but memories of a midnight
cursing the ticking second hand,
memorizing each embrace. She
refuses to buy into fate, but her’s is
sealed like the envelop in her hands.
Studying each word, running her
fingers over dried ink as if brushing
against his determined hand as he wrote.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
your words clung to me
like wet clothes
and tattoos.
i'm trying to forget
what you told me
in the shadow of the day.
you are a creature
unlike all the rest,
still,
there is no one willing
to be your captor.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
I'll be on the front lines
Fighting fireflies on a Golf Course
With a butterfly net
Collecting ghosts in mason jar
to plant back on the cemetery
The crows are making nests
in the skull of your family
They accidentally put
the wrong name on yours
And in Latin!
It's ok though, because you're
(were) Are? a nihilist
The river Nile is the
best stream of consciousness
Known to man and of
Course that's where you drowned
your metaphorical thoughts
While you hung yourself above
a treadmill trying to pretend
you wanted to be a better
man
But you only ran away
The Stonehenge is the front gate
to your home
It's made from
billboards and
Pictures of static
When you're dead you
Live in White Noise
You're turning my lights
on and off
as I'm trying to sleep
haunting me in
my over easy eggs
making the yolk run
in words "Miss me?"
And of course I do
But you are as good a my imaginary friend
When I'm walking in the
park with all the scarecrows
you make the dandelions
float, no amount of
wishes is bringing you back
I know boards of wood are
easier to you than the termites
eating the tumor in my brain
from the insanity you're causing me
So instead I paper mache my
room with love letters from you
that got lost in the mail
because you stole them for me
A banksy bankrupt in original thought
I'm building a tiny forest
of matches
If I can't sleep I'm joining you
So you pack your bags, hobo
style but with
Picnic baskets and dead leaves
Seancing yourself
With the crystal ***** of my eyes
I lost you in some newspaper ad
about a Home for sale
Does it come with a family?
How is that legal?
But I lost you because I bought the wrong copy and couldn't find that one blurry word that was you saying
Good morning
I lost you at sea
And in my dreams
And to your own hands
And to my own memory
I'm dancing with wolves
Called Alzheimer's
because I'll die
with a disease of age
Instead of house burning, building leaping
Front Page
Then we'll go live in abandoned
amusement parks with creaky
Ferris wheels turning
Like you in your grave
And me with the Cycle of Life
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
there are secrets—
in the pocket of my black coat.
you'd rip the ribbons from my braid
and show me how to love
in whispers.
tearing me apart,
only to put me together
and feel accomplished:
like you were the first
to step foot on the moon
or to kiss me.
i love you dearly,
with your olive eyes
and crooked smile.
you weren't very good at love,
and i was very good at lying.
in the shadows of the moonlight,
you kissed me crudely.
(you'd never kissed anyone before.)
you told me you loved me—
and i told you,
lies ridden in the sentence,
that my love was not for you.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC